I have a relative who does his best to look poor.
He probably has a larger bank balance than any of us.
Never married, no children or grandchildren.
He looks penniless at garage sales.
He will poke around looking at something for an hour.
“Sir do you want that?” Someone will ask.
“Just take it.”
Doing a good deed for a millionaire.
A bird dropped one on me today....
perhaps his way of saying
"thanks" for the bird feeder
Oh, to be a fly on the wall inside the oval office
What a thing to here the silent rings of injustice
Just as they leave the mouths of the wicked
How bittersweet the taste the lingers on the tongues of politicians
Their cups are laced with Splenda-like corruption
And their venomous words will come out sweet
Oh, to be a fly on the wall of a leader's mind
To find nothing but obliviating mal deeds
And know the truth behind every lie that they speak...
People come and people go
and how the times do change
but something here needs to be done
it should be rearranged
preachers pundits politicians
won't ever set things right
the man in the street can make a difference
if he takes up the fight
so many souls lost at sea
tho' they're on dry land
action speaks louder than words
they need a helping hand
and I'd rather see one good deed
putting things back on track
than hear one more kind word
a verbal pat on the back
I prefer to see
one good deed done willingly
lip service carries no weight at all
none whatsoever with me
Thank you for this dance,
This chance to experience,
You from a distance.
Resistance the tool,
Used to teach a fool,
A universal school,
Guiding the pool.
Grab a stool and sit,
Get yourself ready for it,
You're about to get hit.
Get that fire lit,
It's come time to use it,
Darkness sits all around,
Burn it to the ground,
So only truth is found.
Now you're safe and sound,
Round up the courage,
To face the scourge,
Let the body purge,
Feel purity surge.
An urgent need,
To cleanse the greed,
Spread your seed,
The Title and Deed,
Has been decreed,
This is your garden indeed,
Time to pull out the weeds.
With his friends, Ben was playing hide and seek
They said, "Put your head in the pool, don't peek"
They'd done a nasty deed
In the water they'd peed
Then, spent the next week calling Ben a freak
I heard the special child uttered his wow
Midst yehey and yay gestures can allow
Shouting love for Mom with zest
Who does give dead level best…
By her caring deed --- morning, noon or now.
Dad can attest that such is true indeed
Since Mom is civic Ma’am with teaching creed
Having strict tenet, yet sweet
Fixing bib as son does eat…
She’s our madam God blest, meeting home need.
The Governor's name was Bob Neville
Who was known as a civic devil
But through deified greed
Never did a good deed
I don't think he was on the level
At noon, I heard what sounded like a pop
It continued all eve, and wouldn't stop
Now, it sounds like a peep
Aha! More like a beep
I am not a kook! In my eye there's a drop.
Mom thought it was someone playing a gag
I turned redder than a Japanese flag
"On the level," I cry!
I refer and imply
Who did the dirty deed... the scallywag?
it's deeds not a race
shall we ever understand!?
behavioral deeds
Sometimes it’s obvious
And sometimes subtle
That no matter what good you try to do
The universe rewards you with the opposite.
It might be as simple as the duality we create
By such intentions;
A materialist mindset
That falls into a Newtonian universe
Of every action needing
An equal and opposite reaction.
Bound by these rules of physics
The road to hell
Is certainly paved.
While beyond these rules
The wise and masterful play.
The problem is
Within the bounds of materialism
We are all slaves
Ruled by our own fears and hopes
Narrowly following our individual paths
Heads down
Our persistent plodding
The very force that turns the grind stone.
While beyond these rules - the etiquettes of a guest
Needing permission to sit and stay, come and lay down -
The host in all His graciousness
Allows us the freedom to be enslaved.
(8/4/23)
since blest indeed
with rich grace
midst joy space
of peace brace
from stress’ race
for share pace
sans pride trace
heart meets love* need…
bliss awaits those driven by care
shining with kindness glow
against frustration blow
to subdue helpless woe
hiding deceitful show
while conquering guilt-foe
through faith and trust that grow
the Lord can bestow via prayer.
*1John 3:18 My little children, let us not love in word, neither in tongue; but in deed and in truth.
September 19, 2022
1st place, "Charlie New-Ku" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina; judged on 10/18/2022.
Trouble, trouble in the mown rye!
Sneaky snakes slither round and by,
silently squeezing through rubble
in the mown rye, trouble, trouble!
Sneaky snakes eat rats in the field,
mice and bugs that damage the yield.
Common problems farmers must beat.
Rats in the field, sneaky snakes eat.
Friendship extends to snakes today.
Sneaky snakes are welcome to stay.
Sneaky snakes are the farmers' friends.
To snakes today, friendship extends.
Give thanks, give thanks to sneaky snakes!
The farmers' friends that up the stakes
keeping deeds away from the banks!
To sneaky snakes give thanks, give thanks!
There is a creed in the Kingdom of God and
Faith is the Deed—ownership before you have it!
Stretch your avenue
You have the title deed because you understand
The creed of the Kingdom of God!
Through the road of life
When we all think alike, then no one is really thinking!
The road of faith paves a new path as
We bath ourselves in the performance of fiery faith!
A reflection in time reminds us of
Our capacity to deal with old problems in new ways
And to recall old ways to handle new problems if there is a need!
Indeed, the hidden potential found in every individual
Can reawaken the flexibility of innovation!
Fiery faith is something we must embrace and
Faith in the Great God is a must!
In Him we trust as we hold on to His Word!
There is a creed in the Kingdom of God and
Faith is the Deed—ownership before you have it!
Stretch your avenue
You have the title deed because you understand
The creed of the Kingdom of God and
You know that Jesus Christ is the Essence of Life!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
Perhaps the greatest good deed
the world so urgently needs
Neglected act of crystal clarity
its once ubiquitous name is charity
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